Outlet

Attracting to beckon, Like no other lure. Never to forget, The moment I discovered it. My outlet. A blank cemented wall. And I then had been a child. Learning each letter of the alphabet. Later taught with letters together, I could make words. Words to speak and others to hear. Beginning for me this memory not to leave, The love I have to write. On that wall. Still remaining in my sight. Some would call a hobby. But not quite so simplified. It is much more like a part of my life. Kept redefined over time. Yet seldom am I left pleased to leave, What has been expressed on a canvas. Becoming too vast. As I age to grow. Knowing more about life. Although not enough to depict, Everything life offers to experience it!